*The New Girl at Hogwarts
Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermoine stood clutching their trunks and baggage on Platform 9 and three quarters. They were gathered around Mrs. Weasly who was giving the usual lecture on how to be safe and cautious during their year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
Harry began to droan out of the conversation as he stared at the steaming train.
He was hoping to get in a car in the back of the train, which would avoid most people. He knew that just about every one he would see would give their condolences about his 4th year…only about 2 months ago had it all happened. The death of Cedric Diggory and the rise of Voldemort had all happened so quickly, it had taken him a while to recover. Harry didn't want to be reminded of these occurrences again.
"Now, Harry dear, remember to write. Oh, and only hand wash the sweater I made you. It will tear and shrink if you do it any other way."
Harry nodded, thinking of how nice Mrs. Weasly was. He smiled, and Mrs. Weasly leaned in to kiss him good bye on the cheek.
"Now you four remember to keep your heads, but have a wonderful year. Ron, take care of Ginny for me."
Ginny blushed, saying, "Mom, I'm not a baby, I can take care of myself. You know that by now I would hope."
"Oh, yes I know... It's just you're my baby.."
"Mom.. we have to go. No time for this mushy stuff. Love you," said Ron hastily.
Mrs. Weasly bent down and kissed each of them on the forehead and handed each a small paper brown bag packed with lunches for the train ride.
Harry dragged his stuff down to the end of the train. The last car was empty, which was very lucky. He set his things down, and walked over to the window to take a last look at the station. Mrs. Weasly stood waving her pudgy hand as high as she could, and blowing kisses.
The train sounded, which was the signal for the doors closing. Harry went to his seat next to Hermoine and Ron. As the doors were closing, a girl rushed in, just making it in time. She had a long, forest green cotton coat on with a tie- around- belt. Her long, light brown, wavy hair was in her face as she bent over to collect her scattered things(they had fallen when she rushed in). She turned away from them and put her trunk net to the seat, and her other bags on the top compartment. She whirled around to see Harry, Ron, Hermoine and Ginny. Oh, Good job, Faith. Make a running fool of your self before you even get to the school. Way to go.
Harry stood watching this girl frantically try and gather her things, and he watched her turn around. Holy.. She's so hot. Who is she?
The girl made eye contact with Harry, and then jumped, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you in here until now. Do you want me to move to another car?" Her voice was like an angel, so innocent and beautiful.
Harry didn't know what to say, and from the uh's and um's from Ron, he didn't either. Hermoine became frustrated with their lack of respect, and words, so she spoke up. "No, no, it's fine. We don't mind. I'm Hermoine. This is Ginny, Ron, and Harry. We're in our 5th year.. what about you?
"I'm Faith McGevvens- a transfer student. I'm in 5th year too," she said, still a little out of breath from the run she did coming in. So walked over to each of them and shook everyone's hand. "I'm so glad I met someone my own age already."
Hermoine and Ginny laughed, while Ron and Harry were awestruck on how gorgeous she was. Her long, tan legs were visible because she had taken off her coat, and had a very short skirt on. Her buttoned up blouse was slightly open, and you could see she had very womanly features. Her hair was extremely long, about 5 inches from her shoulder, but not touching her butt. It was a light brown, and had wavy curls on the end. It looked like ocean waves, and fell perfectly. Her skin was a complete golden tan. Her lips were full and tinted with a shiny lip gloss. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, and her eyelashes were voluminous, curly, and dark. Her eyes were a light green. They were those of which you could look into forever, and get lost in their beauty. They reminded Harry of his eyes, and from the pictures he'd seen, his mother's.
"Where do you live?" asked Ginny.
"I just moved to London from California, a state in the U.S." Faith began to sit down, interested in having conversation.
"Yeah, I could tell from your accent you weren't British," Ginny replied.
Faith laughed a little nervously. She began to twirl her hair and look at Harry. He looked back thing, Harry wake up. You never act like this around a girl.. Get a grip!
Faith smiled as if she could read his mind, although Harry knew she really couldn't. Faith stood up and excused herself to the bathroom. She slowly but steadily walked away on her 3 inch heels, into the net cart. The boys turned their head in her direction and followed her with their eyes.
The minute she left, the boys turned to each other, ready to discuss what they had been thinking for the past 10 minutes, how completely gorgeous, sweet, and perfect she was.